LOGINIs that pussy still aching for me?" Roman breathed, his thumb tracing dangerously close without landing. "Two years of being ignored and one touch from me has you soaking through your pretty little underwear." "I hate you," I whispered, even as my hips chased his hand. "No you don't." His eyes locked on mine, dark and certain. "You hate that your husband never once made you feel this way. You hate that it's his brother who knows exactly how to ruin you." He was right and I hated him for it. ********** It shouldn't have been Roman touching me, consuming me and making me scream things I couldn't take back. He was reckless, unapologetic and completely wrong for me. He was also my husband's brother. Yet one look from him dismantled two years of careful composure. One touch and every reason to stop dissolved into nothing. I should have walked away the night he found me on that couch. Instead I said yes. And Roman Clarke never stopped collecting on that answer. This is not your normal spicy, I am here to remind you that some cravings are worth every consequence.
View More55. MaraThe heat under my skin turned molten. My pulse hammered in my ears. Every frustrated, neglected, humiliated feeling from the past three years seemed to pour into this single moment. Genova’s affairs. The open relationship he had demanded. The nights I had waited. The morning I found the scent of another woman on my husband’s skin while he talked about making things right. And Roman, standing there calm and unyielding, claiming he had done it for both of us.“I hate that you did this,” I whispered, the words raw.“I know.”“I hate that you’re right about some of it.”“I know that too.”My hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt. The anger had nowhere left to go except toward him. I surged up onto my toes and kissed him hard, angry, bruising and all teeth and frustration. He made a low sound in his throat and kissed me back with equal force. His hands released my wrists only to slide into my hair, gripping tightly, tilting my head so he could deepen the kiss.There was nothing
54. TianaThe gates of Roman’s villa swung open with a soft mechanical hum. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring straight ahead through the windshield. The long driveway curved between tall trees and manicured hedges, leading up to the modern stone-and-glass house that always felt too quiet, too perfect. Roman parked near the front entrance and killed the engine. The sudden silence pressed against my ears.He reached for the door handle. I did not move.“Tiana,” he said quietly.I ignored him, unbuckled my seatbelt with sharp, jerky motions, and stepped out of the car. The late-morning air was warm, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens. My overnight bag hung heavy from my shoulder. Roman retrieved the larger suitcase from the trunk without a word. We walked up the steps side by side, the space between us charged and brittle.Inside, the villa was cool and still. High ceilings. Pale floors. Large windows that let in soft light.
53. Genova“Honesty,” Roman said simply. “From both of us.”Tiana’s hands were folded tightly in her lap. She said nothing, but her eyes stayed on Roman.He continued, voice steady. “I love her. You already know that. And she loves me. We’re not going to pretend otherwise anymore. But this house, this marriage, the way things stand… it’s not sustainable.”“Do you even hear yourself? She's my wife! Your sister in law, Roman! Have you lost your mind?" I asked, as if I hadn't seen it.I knew what they were doing but I had pretended not to." You asked for an open relationship, Genova. You created the space. I’m not going to apologize for filling it. You took her from me once and I'm not going to let you hurt her again.”The words landed like a blow I had been bracing for yet still felt. Heat rose in my chest. “You think that gives you the right to take my wife?”“She was never a possession,” Roman replied, still calm. “And she’s not yours to take or keep. She’s choosing.”Tiana finally s
52. GenovaI stood alone in the kitchen long after Tiana’s footsteps faded upstairs. The dim light from the single lamp threw soft shadows across the countertops. My hands rested on the cool marble, fingers still slightly sticky from the earlier release. The scent of the other woman’s perfume clung to my skin despite the quick rinse I had taken after she left. Tiana had noticed. Of course she had. Her senses had always been sharp when it came to me.I poured the remaining tea down the sink and rinsed the cups slowly, buying myself time to think. The plan was still intact. She had sat with me. She had accepted the tea. She had not pulled away when my hand brushed her arm. Small victories. But the perfume comment sat like a stone in my gut. One careless moment and everything could unravel.I climbed the stairs quietly, pausing outside her closed door. No light spilled from underneath. She was probably already back in bed, or at least pretending to be. I continued to the master bedroom,
After cursing Roman endlessly in my mind and finishing my coffee, I headed to my home studio.It was the only space in this apartment that felt entirely mine.There was no sight of a cheating husband or a teasing brother -in-law.It was the only place that I sought solace. Today, the solace I soug
Genova didn't return home for the night.That's the first thing I realised when I opened my eyes.Was he scared of facing me? In the past, no matter what, he would still come back home after spending time with his mistress.Was it because he realized that I was aware of his actions?I didn't care a
Tiana POV "Please…" I was whimpering, my whole body a trembling mess.I have always been a prideful person but at that moment, I didn't give a fuck about pride. I wanted to cum. I wanted to let go of that sensation so badly."Roman please just let me come…" I pleaded shamelessly."No." He declared
Tiana POV Roman crossed the room slowly.It was the kind of walk of a man who had already decided how this night ended and wasn't bothered about taking his time getting there.He stopped in front of me, his eyes glued to that glistening organ and my fingers still moving slowly against the folds.S






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